Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 122

Cordelia sat slumped at her desk, now changed into her cozy pajamas. Elbows planted firmly on the wood, she cradled her smartphone in her hands, awaiting a reply from the members of her social group chat.

Since yesterday, the question had been gnawing at her, who exactly was Everard? Even Sanderson, the guy who knew everyone in town, didn’t recognize the name. Could it be that Everard was a ghost, a figment of her Imagination?

This morning’s chat in the Pioneers Group sparked a realization, the group was a melting pot of professionals from various fields. Surely someone might know him, right?

But after she posted her question, the chat fell eerily silent.

After a torturous two–minute wait, a reply finally popped up.

Bland asked, [Lia, are you pulling our leg? How could you not know him?]

Cordelia blinked, her instincts telling her that Bland knew Everard. She typed back hastily, [Who is he?]

Silence fell over the group once again.

Just as she was about to probe further, another message came through.

Nolnterruptions said, [Never heard of him.]

Like an icebreaker, the message prompted a flurry of responses.

Pianoman said, [Nope, doesn’t ring a bell.]

Mathster replied, [A mystery to me.]

Painter said, [Who?]

Chef replied, [Not a clue.]

Others all replied, [No idea.]

Everyone chimed in except Louie Adams. Cordelia’s brow furrowed as she read the stream of ignorance, finally addressing Bland directly, [So, you’re the one who knows him, @Bland?]

Bland replied, [No, I definitely do not.]

confused,

a brain fart. Got the name

was speechless,

and nobody

for a moment before echoing Painter’s earlier message – [If anyone digs up anything

she’d borrowed from her grandmother. The technical jargon was almost

the pages

“learning never ends” couldn’t have been more true. She had thought her high school education was comprehensive and had even self–studied some college material, but compared to the true experts, she was leagues behind.

down on her efforts.

of milk and honey. “Get some sleep, dear.

always open to good advice, nodded in agreement.

setting her alarm when a new message popped up on

you asking

from Louie. She pondered for a moment before replying with the naked truth, (He’s

No way. Is he

replied, [Yes, do

before sending back a cryptic message: [Be careful around him in real

he mean by keeping her distance? They hadn’t even been

can’t stay away from him,

Louie to misunderstand, thinking she was waxing poetic about love, just as Lorna and Sanderson would. But how could

decide, Louie

she responded: [Because “Love or

Louie went silent.

for another ten minutes, but still

see your granddad about a treatment

knew. He

immediately, but Cordelia was patient by nature. If Louie said tomorrow, she

a single word – [Okay]

dried her hair, and slipped into bed. Just as she was about to turn off the device, it rang, the sharp tone jarring in the quiet of

What

more velvety than she remembered,

in the nocturnal stillness, somehow more appealing. She hesitated before finally speaking.

soothing it seemed to caress the night air.